Guitar Picks and Paint Brushes

Paint

Isabelle's POV

I closed the door. Breathe. Just bloody breathe! This is not helping Iz. I raked a trembling hand through my hair as I took the container into the kitchen.

Why'd he bring pancakes? Out of all the things he could bring, he brought pancakes! I turned to look at the container again, why am I reacting like this? It was just a dream, just a stupid dream.

Look at me people, I'm stressing over pancakes! I let out a long, exhausted sigh before walking out of the room and sprinting up the stairs.

Charging into my bedroom, I locked the door, shut the curtains and took out my art supplies. I think I'll leave painting for today, sketching seems more inviting right now. Gingerly, I took out my sketching pad and flicked through the pages. I scoffed at my oldest sketches. How did I ever think these were any good? Once I found a new page, I took my graphite pencils and began to sketch. Whenever I'm stressed like this, the sketches just come to me. Sometimes I end up sketching flowers like roses and lillies. Other times, I end up sketching fictional beasts. It really depends on my mood. I could spend hours on end sketching in my room, I don't get bored of it. I just love being able to create whatever I want; that freedom of letting my imagination roam outside is just so satisfying to me.

I stayed sketching at my desk for a few hours. Once I completed the sketch, I packed my things away and sat down on my chair. Spinning around a few times, I realised how bland my walls looked. They were a light grey colour, I remember painting it last year. At that time, I was happy with my grey and white colour scheme. But right now, it didn't really feel like the room belonged to me. It was just missing that little extra something.

Since I recently painted it, I didn't want to re-paint the entire room. The grey is alright, I just needed to add something to make it more interesting. But what should I add? Maybe I could add some patterns to my walls? Ooo I know! Snowflakes! I could add some snowflakes here and there, not covering the walls entirely but winding around the top. I could add a few stray ones drifting lower down the walls too.

I mentally patted myself on the back, I had to admit, this idea seemed pretty much flawless to me. Let's just hope I don't mess anything up, I was pretty sure I wouldn't but you never know. Wait. There's one flaw - I ran out of silver paint the other day. It's no problem really, I just need to go to the crafts store to get some more. I can't promise that I won't end up coming home with a lot more than just a can of paint. Knowing me, I'll end up buying so much stationary that I won't even end up using; they just look cute so I keep them for show. I have a stationary fetish, don't judge me because you know you have one too.

I grabbed my coat and keys before slipping on my boots and opening the door. A bitter-cold wind hit me in the face, instantly biting my nose and cheeks, causing them to flush a deep pink. Pulling my coat tighter around my body, I made my way to my car. It's an old, red convertable, but it does the job. I started the engine and reversed out of the driveway, making a left turn before heading into the main road towards the town centre.

***

The crafts store was like my second home, it was just so welcoming, filled with aisles and aisles of art supplies; an artists haven.

There were stacks of hundreds of cans of paint, all different colours which were ordered in such an aesthetically pleasing way. After searching through the various colours of paint, I finally found the colour I wanted. Much to my dismay, the last can of silver paint was on the top shelf. Now my being quite a petite person, there was no way in hell that I was going to be able to reach it without knocking other cans of paint onto the floor.